something 'bout it just hits different when you mad at me...
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Back against the wall of the elevator, your eyes stayed glued to the numbers as it went up getting closer and closer to your floor. The only reason you were even focused on the elevator numbers was because the last place you wanted to look was at the other person in the small space with you.
It felt like the closer you were reaching your floor, the longer it took to actually reach it. Huffing, you glanced over at him quickly seeing him looking at you but not being able to see his eyes due to the dark shades covering them. Gum in his mouth followed by a light smirk on his face, all that did was piss you off more.
"Stop fucking looking at me,"
"Why? That's illegal or sum?" He teased knowing the more he pushed your buttons the more upset you got.
"You think everything a fucking game," You mumbled once the elevator dinged allowing you to exit onto your floor with the uninvited guest right behind.
Your heels clicking on the wooden floors of your apartment building hallway making your way to your apartment that was the last door at the end of the hallway. Reaching in, your key was already ready to insert into the slot and you did unlocking your door.
Unfortunately, even if you tried to close it just in time. Chris somehow managed to enter in behind you and locked your door for you as you leaned against the back of your couch taking off your heels. The silence in the room was loud right along with the tension.
The time was reaching 1:30 in the morning and what was supposed to be a celebration of a friend's birthday, you were making sure to duck and dive the entire evening from your boyfriend who was purposefully pissing you off.
Not talking in over four days after an argument because you seen a few texts in his phone from an old girl you were aware he used to mess with before you and then tonight the same said girl showed up talking to him right in front of you and that completely sent you over the edge.
And now it seems like now that you're mad, he thinks it's so fucking funny. But let it be him and this would be a different story.
Chris sighed taking off his designer leather jacket and took a seat on your couch. Legs spread, shades still on, gum still being chewed, his eyes still on you as you made your way from the back of the couch to the front of it standing in front of him to close the curtains in your living room completely shut.
Turning back around from the window to him, his shades now off allowing you to see his eyes clearly, immediately pissing you off.
